Overgeared

The staff with a transparent blue color—the short staff that fit snugly in Euphemina's small hand was as beautiful as a piece of glasswork. Wouldn't it be popular as an accessory in the real world sooner or later? It had such an elegant appearance that it caught the heart of Euphemina, who liked pretty things.

There was one part that impressed Euphemina. It was the effects of the item.

[Tribute]

[Rating: Myth

Magic attack power: 8,990 Durability: 1,480/1,480

* Intelligence +1,000

* Double the maximum mana.

★ Perfect Memorial can be used up to two times.

★ Slightly increases the power of attack magic used.

Every time the resource consumed for the magic is changed, the power of the next magic will increase. This can stack up to 5 times.

The effect is reset when the same type of resource is consumed continuously.

★ Slightly reduces the cooldown of defensive magic used.

Every time the resource consumed for the magic is changed, the cooldown of the next magic will reduce. This can stack up to 5 times.

The effect is reset when the same type of resource is consumed continuously.

★ Slightly increase the duration of secondary magic used.

Every time the resource consumed for the magic is changed, the duration of the next magic will increase. This can stack up to 5 times.

The effect is reset when the same type of resource is consumed continuously.]

Mana, black magic power, and divine power—these were the perfect item effects for Euphemina, who dealt with many types of resources. Considerable proficiency was required to maximize the effectiveness of the options, but even that felt like trust from Grid. Euphemina realized that Grid had always been watching her.

Grid's melting eyes that were often seen by Irene, Mercedes, Yura, Jishuka, and Basara automatically appeared in her mind.

'…You promised a long time ago not to do this.'

Euphemina shook her head and tapped her cheeks that were protruding like a hamster with her small hands. It was as if to shake off the blush that had appeared. Then her face, which she struggled to restore, soon turned red again. It was due to looking at the description under the item effects.

[A staff created by the Overgeared God Grid to honor the achievements of the great magician Euphemina.

He referred to Euphemina's performance and the advice of his apostle, Braham.]

This beautiful and powerful staff, which transformed to fit the user's intentions, was Grid and Braham's tribute to Euphemina.

"……"

Euphemina casually tried to use magic. The staff, which was as blue as her pure mana, seemed to glow. Then it changed into a form that stretched out light like taffy. The quality of the staff changed when she used magic with divine power as the medium. The same was true when using black magic power.

'I should pay more attention to the coordination.'

in real time. Euphemina was full of bright smiles as she had ordinary worries

got their 'tribute.' Today had become one

time, Euphemina's

who consumed the Fruit

the form of a woman. She didn't have the qualities to enchant the viewers like Melory, the Goddess of Love, but her beauty remained unparalleled. Of course, Euphemina's beauty wasn't

fact, it doesn't make much

to have created the word 'overgeared.' It meant the size of the chest and pelvis could be adjusted as much as they wanted. In Euphemina's opinion, the difference between herself

you… the angels trembled like they had seen a demon. However,

her face was still maintained. "How can I, a grown lady, be small? Perhaps it is because a god's perspective is different from humans, or simply because you are older, but you don't have eyes to see at

my impressions would be general ones… Hmm, are you misunderstanding that I am ridiculing you? I didn't mean to disparage you. I hope this clears

goddess Ciara had a clear and beautiful melody. It made people feel like they were listening to a song while they were just having a conversation.

brushed off the anger she felt toward Ciara, who called her 'small.' In the first place, the opponent was a god. The mysterious appearance illuminated by the halo made her feel awe. She took a step back on her own. Perhaps the only ones who could

any

"Thank you."

the Goddess of Melodies, was basically favorable to humans. She especially loved artists. It was because she knew the pain of creation all

play you

painstaking effort. Her inspiration was gradually depleted and she was always in need of new inspiration. This was why Ciara learned martial arts

acquired in order to hurt someone, protect someone, survive, or to honor someone. The experience of vigorously using her body and embracing 'fighting spirit' provided a fresh stimulus for Ciara. At this moment, the music she expressed was as passionate as it had ever

the moment she took out the polearm and stabbed it into the ground. The sound made by Ciara's hand gestures with the thick spear, the sound of the blade cutting the wind, the roar of the stage shaking, etc. All the

it instinctively. If Ciara

in a big

that was taller than her and caused turbulence. A huge wave tore apart the atmosphere

strengthened her agility and reflexes with secondary magic that was overlapped in an instant and cast

violent and gloomy. Is it a

on the listener's mind

was Ciara who responded kindly. In fact,

had been born just a while ago—Braham, the God of Magic and Wisdom, happened to be a demonkin. He was the son of one of the Three Evils of the Beginning, Beriache. The lineage of a demon became a god. It should've been impossible even if the myths and divinity of the gods were stolen. It was a miracle that occurred

meant that Zeratul contributed

right now was discussing how to punish Zeratul. Those who participated in the incident were likely

'In this situation…'

the human girl in front of her. It was a staff that suddenly had demonic energy. It revealed the girl's essence. Good and evil that revised the laws of the world. It meant that the sinner who ate the terrible fruit harbored an evil that was no

if Ciara was defeated in this situation? She feared that she would also commit the same mortal sin as Zeratul. The moment Euphemina defeated a god, she was likely to become a god, just like Braham. The group chanting Euphemina's name hinted

'I must never lose.'

the Seven Malignant Saints invaded Asgard—Ciara, who had shed tears and played a song to mourn them, felt full of killing intent at this moment. It was the

prevent the swarm of the 'evil

tapped it and generated sound waves. It was a trick that was hard

'Crazy.'

all types of secondary magic on her body. Ciara's offensive was so fast and powerful that there was no room to disperse

apostles, fight and win over these monsters? She was facing this great sense

because his skills were strong. Grid's items helped. Her current self was also

question of whether

the 'Perfect Memorial' option attached to Tribute and attempted triple

"……!"

It was because Euphemina's staff shone blue, black, and white at the same time.

"It is like this."

echoed in

of cutting through with a huge polearm. It was more the concept of

perfectly. The blade of the polearm

rushed in and tried to build a new barrier, but it was stopped. The polearm had already

magic that only manifested when mana, black magic power, and divine power was used at the same time. It was